I was reading a review on Murakami’s latest book 1Q84 and found it very inspiring for all of us, the ones who really appreciate the powers that a great book can bring to our lives and to our selfs. I don’t know about you, but the connection I feel with great books is so powerful I feel like part of another world. I feel it in my skin. I feel in the way may brain thinks. I feel it. Many times I find myself wondering in the fields of these plural realities, only known by the ones who have the key. Once you open the doors there is no go back. I thank every day for my eyes. If I weren’t able to see (and I mean SEE), life would certainly be a lot less interesting and beautiful.
An excerpt of the review and the review itself:

“I also thought about all the hours I’d spent reading 1Q84, and suddenly it seemed clear why it had been a worthwhile way to spend my time: When life wears us down, great fiction gives us back our human shape.”

“Lock up your libraries if you like, but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.” A Room of One’s Own, VW

“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.” To the Lighthouse, VW